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November 9, 2007
Nanowrimo: sea
When asked about it later, she can’t remember exactly what she saw or heard. It changes every time she shuts her eyes to think about it. She’s lying there, then she hears a musical note and a deep purr and a shout and she opens her eyes, looking out to sea, then quickly, hearing a hollow sound, looks to her left, to the other side of the cliffed inlet. A dark man is sliding down the cliff face, against a patch that is continually damp with dribbles of water (it could be hardly called a waterfall, it is so pathetic) and therefore a luminous algal green. His arms and legs are spread out like a spider’s and his mouth is in an O of surprise, then he vanishes from her line of sight and she leans over towards the cliff edge, hears a last despairing ‘naaah’, then a splash. Later, she can’t see how he can have slipped over from the edge, and thinks that in some corner of her sight she sees him dropping from the sky, suddenly appearing in the top of her line of vision as if dangled from a thread.She squeaks (she wishes she didn’t do that, in times of crisis or surprise. It infantilises, but she can’t seem to help it), hauls herself up and runs up the path, takes the fork down to the steps and throws herself to the edge, where the water is lapping. He’s floating, his dark suit and white shirt billowing with air trapped against the wet cloth. His hair is slapped against his forehead and he looks chalky.
Posted by scumkitten at November 9, 2007 10:16 PM
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These insights into your writing are fantastic. I feel very humbled, as you are so creative and eloquent.....
Posted by: glittrgirl 
at November 10, 2007 9:37 AM
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